This weekend has been filled with sleeping and making cookies. Cookie party today, and each person has to bring 9 dozen of the same kind of cookies. We swap, everyone ends up with a dozen of nine different kinds of cookies, and it's all happy.

I got this thing in my head that I had to make gingerbread men. Why? I don't know. Nothing else would do. I'd never made them before, so where I got this urge I'm not sure.

The cookie cutter I had was big-- like 7 or 8 inches high. This meant that I had to make 3 double batches of the recipe in order to get enough cookies. That is a LOT of gingerbread, my friends. I used up at least 3 pounds of flour. I could only get 6 on a cookie sheet at one time, so counting breakages and burns, I ended up making 20 batches.